I’m a chicken. But I’m a chicken who loves a theme, so every October I steel my nerves and look for scary reads. Most years I gravitate toward the classics, safely familiar stories like Dracula, Carmilla, or Frankenstein, because I like the trappings of horror without the actual being afraid part. And last October when we challenged each other to write horror stories, I kept mine pretty tame, because I wasn’t quite in the mood to scare myself. This year feels different. So for the next two weeks I’ll be reading more horror and more about horror, trying to figure out what … Continue reading ‘Tis the Season to Be Creeped Out
Millennial Burnout and the inability to grow up. Continue reading More Millennial Commentary
“Don’t move and it won’t hurt so much,” My mother said tapping my head with the comb. I winched. She sighed and brought the comb slowly through the sections she was working on, stopping at the ends and snipping them off cleanly. My locks had grown about mid back length and they were becoming tiresome so it was time for a hair cut. She worked quickly knowing that my tolerance for this task wouldn’t last. Snip. Snip. “Don’t squirm.” It hurt because my hair tangled at the ends as it always had and well, you try having someone rip hairs … Continue reading Scissors
Hey there everyone, Amaranthineblogs here.Through this post I want to introduce to you what an acrostic poem is.”An acrostic poem is a type of poetry where the first, last or other letters in a line spell out a particular word or phrase. The most common and simple form of an acrostic poem is where the first letters of each line spell out the word or phrase.”.Not many people know about this and hey if you do, then type a “yes” in the comments section and let me know.Here’s an example for an acrostic poem I wrote : https://amaranthineblogs.wordpress.com/2017/08/23/women-an-acroustic-poem/ That’s one … Continue reading Acrostic poems and why everyone can write them.
The bird in the cage is destitute it cries, but no sound is heard it’s heart has been shattered into a million pieces it’s hope smashed to smithereens. The black hooded figure outside, stares it’s nefarious smile spreads through the cage.. and the poor bird..it shivers. It’s desire to live…plunged into and burned like an unlighted candle. the bird Continue reading The caged bird..
Hey!Back here again…with an obvious clear cut reason.This post goes out to the 11 followers who changed my life.Yes, that’s all I have, 11 followers and according to me that 2 digit number is pretty big, bigger than a million.I was pretty depressed when I started this blog, and almost grief stricken by the end of 2 years when I ended up having no followers at all, seriously two years of posting, editing, writing, rewriting and then it all came down to that.But then I realized something…. the truth, there are almost over (my approximation) a few million bloggers in … Continue reading A big thank you to my 11 followers.